We were at the beach today and Ouest was running around picking up dozens of sliced in half oranges, melon skins, and all manner of other fruit that could only have come from some cruiser’s boat, when she spotted a giant white blob floating in the shallows. She ran over to grab it too when I yelled at her to stop. She jumped back just in time for it to roll over and reveal itself as the humongous fish head that it was.
“It’s a fish head baby, you don’t want to pick that up.”
“Fish head? Why?”
“Well, because a fisherman caught him and cut the head off so he could eat the rest of it.”
“The fish is no happy?”
“No, I don’t think the fish is happy.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s dead.”
“Dead, why?”
“Because the fisherman caught him.”
“Why?”
“Because the fisherman wanted to have fish tacos for dinner tonight.”
“Fish tacos, why?”
“Because we all love fish tacos don’t we?”
pause…”The fish is no happy, why?”
And on and on it goes. We get a lot of why’s these days.
I got the engine all put back together today. The alternator bracket I had made was perfectly done. Of course I only managed to finish all the work while Lowe was napping and when he got up I forgot all about it, but tomorrow for sure we will fire this bad boy up again and throw it in gear to see just how bad I’ve managed to screw things up.
5 Comments on “Fish Head”
I was just thinking what a lousy news week this has been, when I noticed this post waiting for me on my feed reader. Although it gave me just a slight twinge of envy, because I am looking forward to a similar existence hopefully in the not too distant future, just looking at the photos made me feel better. Glad to see all of you seem to be doing well, and just happy to have the opportunity to get glimpses of people enjoying a simple life. Really like the blog, thanks for sharing.
Thank you Rebecca. The news has made me happier than ever to be living the way we are. Good luck getting out. 🙂
That last photo-priceless. Also, we have been getting a trillion questions a day too (our son is almost 3. This mornings question was, where does milk come from-daddy’s answer was “a cow makes milk”…Ben then says “do cows make chicken too”? Ha. right on little man.
I am sure it sucks sometimes not be able to find parts for things on the shelf, but it is nice to be able to have some fabricate something up right away.
Yeah, it’s great. How often do you happen to live three blocks from somebody who can fabricate anything you need out of stainless steel? I wish I could set that guy up in our forward berth and bring him along.